All great and powerful people. I think they care about me, at least in an abstract sense. They care about what happens to this country and its people.

God.

Omnipotent. Created all of creation. He knows who I am. He knows what I do every day. I believe he cares about me, in a personal way. I believe it because I believe what the Bible tells me about him. Somehow I know it in my core that he does. I feel him with me.

Get up in the morning, work out, get dressed and head for work. Feels pretty good. Driving in to work. The car music effects me viscerally, as usual. I'm about 25.Get to work. Catch a glimpse in the mirrored door. It's some old guy. He's older than my dad was when he died. It surprises me so much that I almost stop in my tracks. This guy looks tired. He's certainly not 25.What happened to me? I guess time happened to me.Thankfully, Meredith and Lauren can't see the old guy, yet. To them, I'm still dad. I keep up with them- we skate, we bike, we dance. We watch goofy movies. We share. I asked them what they did today and they animatedly describe all the details of a girl's life.Last night, Meredith and I were sitting out back, admiring the night sky. She turned to me simply and said, "Dad, don't die." I said, "Don't worry, I won't."But I know it's going to happen someday. I wish I could live with them forever.The truth is that I will. I guess that's one of the big reasons I believe.